Se connecterHow could Louis Rodriguez be dead?The name echoed in my head as I paced the room, my steps uneven, my thoughts refusing to settle. He had been the last person Maria chased before her death. The last lead. And now? gone.That wasn't a coincidence.Something about it felt wrong, deeply wrong, like a missing piece that had been forcefully ripped away. My instincts prickled, sharp and restless.Was I being watched?How else could I discover Louis Rodriguez’s connection to Maria, only for him to end up dead almost immediately? Someone was cleaning up, erasing names, wiping tracks and Maria’s death sat at the center of it all.If I dug any deeper, I might be next.The realization tightened my chest. I had to be careful, careful with who I trusted, careful with every step I took.Did Vincenzo know about Maria too? And if he did, why was he so insistent that I stay close to Carlos? Is he using me, or is he investigating the same truth I'm chasing? Or worse is he guiding me straight into dan
“Why am I feeling dizzy?”My fingers tugged at my tie, loosening it, then tightening it again like that would somehow steady me. The room felt wrong. The lights were too sharp, the walls too close, the air pressing against my skin. Sweat clung to my neck and slid down my spine.“Why do I feel so hot when the air conditioner is working perfectly?”Veronica stood in front of me. Her figure wavered, her face blurring at the edges like a painting left in the rain. I blinked hard, but it didn’t help.“Julian, what’s wrong with you?” she asked softly. “Come, let me help you sit.”Before I could respond, her arm slipped around my waist. My hands landed on her shoulders, weak, barely holding on as she guided me to the chair. The moment I sat down, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she settled onto my lap, her weight sinking in, deliberately.Her fingers slid into my hair, slow and gentle, massaging my scalp. The touch should have calmed me, but my stomach twisted instead. Every instinct scr
Julian you are mistaken, this will be my biggest plot of making you stay right in my arms I'll make sure I never let go of you this time.I grinned to myself quietly.I watched him hastenly drink every bit of the wine.I still held my glass cup almost lightly, turning my wine in circles, smiling.The drugs will kick in the next thirty minutes, I'll see if you can resist me. I chuckled.“Veronica…Veronica!” he snapped his fingers, pulling me out of thoughts.I shook in fear.“Yes, sorry I was lost. What were you saying?” I asked moving a little closer.“What are you thinking? You were so lost just now.”“Okay do you know what?” he said.What? I asked “You have to leave. I need to get busy with work. I don't have time for your games now.”I moved closer, I could feel his heat as my fingers brushed against his buttons.“But Julian,”He caught my hands, his grips tightening around as he held them high, “No but Veronica, you have to leave.” He shoved my hands away.“Julian, you have to l
I found nonna in her room. She was a lot better than when she was in the hospital. An old friend of hers was with her. It was Lady Rosa, a woman I particularly hated.They were laughing and sipping tea. Nonna had her legs wrapped in TED stockings and elevated on a stool. Her grey hair was full, lustrous and let down, a powerful symbol of the St Clair's matriarchs. I stepped into the room, making sure my bandaged wrist was fully visible. “Nonna,” I cried, approaching her. Her eyes fell on my bandaged wrist and she gasped. “What happened to you?”“I was attacked by that witch,” I said, collapsing against her.“What witch?” Lady Rosa repeated, amused. “Does she still believe in fairytales?”Nonna held my arm and inspected it. “Who did this?”“Catrina.”I forced some tears to slip down my eyes and sniffed.“She attacked you? Why?”I glanced at Lady Rosa.“You can talk, mi cara. Rosa knows everything about me.”“I confronted her that she wasn't really Maria. She got angry, pulled my hai
“Louis Rodriguez has been found dead.”I paused. “What? Found dead?”“We were able to trace him to his house where he's been hiding, with changed papers and all. Robbers attacked him last night and shot him. Per police report.”“Was it in fact a robbery attack?”“We don't have access to the crime scene or the investigation so far. That's the news being put out.”“Thank you,” I said. “Let me know if you get more information. Also keep track of those robbers.”The call ended.I was convinced it was not a case of robbery. The coincidence was just too much. I hurried in the direction of Catrina's room. She looked upset as she opened the door. “I didn't do such a thing. I have no reason to harm Veronica,” she said, walking away.I sighed. “Louis Rodriguez is dead.”She spinned, and her eyes widened in shock. “How? When? What the fuck?”I paced slowly. “They said he was shot by armed robbers last night.” I looked at her. “I don't believe they were armed robbers.”“I don't either,” she sai
I pulled the buttons of my shirt apart and downed the remaining glass of wine. Heck, it was hard saying no to someone as hot as Catrina. I walked over to the portrait of Maria in the corner of the room that had never left the room.“Hey,” I said, smiling and pocketing my hands. I looked at her calm face and quiet eyes that never did justice to the turmoil in her chest. “It’s been six years, babe. I almost thought…. I almost thought you came back to me.” My voice cracked. “Why didn’t you tell me a lot of things? What were you looking for?”“Our child would have been six. I should have been there for you better. I…” I pressed my palm against the wall. “I have so many regrets, Maria. And the only way I can forgive myself is if I find you somehow in all of these.”That was why I could never mess around with Catrina. She wasn’t Maria. And she would never replace her.There was a knock on the door. I ignored it. The door creaked open gently and I looked towards it. It was Veronica.I walke







